medietas_ooc | Test Drive

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Test Drive

Welcome to Medietas! Are you interested in joining the game? Do you have an old muse you want to dust off? Are you looking for a place to voice test a brand new character and would like to do so in our little island setting? Well, you've come to the right place!

You all know what to do but if you don’t, just follow the instructions and HAVE FUN!

How To Play:

→ Comment with the character you’d like to test drive. Don’t forget to add their name and canon in the subject line.
→ Choose a scenario, or start your own!
→ Tag around!

Possible Scenarios:

1. New Arrival: You have just arrived on the island of Medietas, in the city of Aerilon via a floating boat with people you may or may not know. Of course, you can't help wondering what the heck is going on here, or how you even got on the boat in the first place. But as soon as the vessel docks you are greeted by some lovely locals who offer you a map and a communications device before leaving you to your own. You probably have questions and there seems to be a number of people there already who may or may not have those answers. Talk to them! Or, get on the network and introduce yourself!

2. Getting Settled: So, you've arrived, but now there's five islands you should get yourself acquainted with. Meet your starter home neighbors! Start your new job! Check out the market on Aerilon. Or, attend one of the many block parties!

3. Lost!: Somehow you got yourself turned around and confused and getting back to where you want to be is looking impossible.

4. Wild Card: Got something else in mind and want to create your own scenario? Go for it!

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Tyrion sipped his wine again, looking at the young man before him. Young man - when Pod had come to him he had been a callow boy. Now look at him. Still warm, still open, but responsibility sat well on his shoulders.

"Yes, I've heard that in the brochure ... they must be rather small houses? Like well placed cottages, and the like." Nothing like Casterly Rock, or King's Landing. "And what other position might there be here? I cannot see myself as a tailor, unfortunately. Even if there are fewer people here trying to kill us."

He eyed the chicken, with it's breaded covering, but -- when in Medietas. He took one, and broke off a piece on his plate, chewing on it thoughtfully. "...Rather good, this. I like the way it crunches."

"Compared to some of the places we've slept, yes, milord." Podrick had never had such a space to himself though.

As to a position for Tyrion, Podrick swallowed. "I... do not know. There are many jobs available, but... frankly milord, I do not know what your skills are, outside of smarts and inspiration. It is possible that someone smarter than i and more conversant with the way jobs like those here work could help you, but I will do my best to assist you."

Podrick nodded. "There are many goods here that are like and yet unlike our own, and not all bad, but not all good, either."

"That is true ... we have slept in some very shoddy environments." Tyrion rubbed his beard thoughtfully, "And it would be delightful to have my own space, I must admit."

"Well, I suppose I shall simply have to go searching on my own. No worries, Podrick. I do not want to disrupt your life anymore than I already have."

He broke off another piece of chicken. "What is worse?"

"Milord, it is my pleasure to help you." He worked to speak, to overcome his natural urge to shut up and finally did. And his words echoed with the past. "There has never been a more true Lord." he meant it with a fierceness that shows in eye and voice.

Then he ducked his head and nodded.

"It is possible the Lady Sansa or one of her friends might have an answer I lack." He smiled at that.

And then grimaced "Fake blood pudding. With food coloring, milord."

He paused at that, his gaze quieting, searching the younger man's face, before he nodded quietly. "One day, Pod, when I am a Lord, you shall be the first Knight I put forth. You've more than earned it, with your loyalty."

He smiled slowly, before he nodded his head.

"I am sure she will. She's quite adapt at ... adapting." Not to mention surviving.

Watch as Tyrion's expression curls into disgust. "... why would they ever...?"

And those words, perhaps, more than any others he had heard, made Podrick's face flush and tears almost come to his eyes. But he blew out a breath, and smiled. "Thank you, milord."

"She seems so, yes. She seems, I think to also be an actress or growing talent."

Then he chuckled. "I know not, and I was too busy choking to ask, in all due honesty." Dead bodies he could handle, this mess he could not.

"But there is also something very good called a hamburger, which is a flame cooked meat from a herbivore, which tastes... very good, Lord Tyrion."

He tipped his head slowly, smiling over his glass of wine. He tipped his head down in a bow.

"Sansa? She is ... very good at knowing what to tell people with her expression, her eyes a mystery." He pressed a finger to his mouth, before he shook his head.

He made a face at that, before he tipped his head, "Indeed? Can I get one of those ...hamburgers here?"

Podrick nodded. "Aye sir. She seems so."

Podrick nodded, again. "I think so." He rose and held up a hand, and a waitress came by. After a brief request, he sent her on her way. "It will be a few minutes. After this, we can find your house, or... whatever you like." He was bouncy, almost in his happiness.

He smiled into his wine glass, and then sipped again, his gaze pensive.
"I am glad she is weil -- and I will be pleased to see her once more, if she wishes to see me."

He flashed a brief smile at the waitress, was surprised to see her smile back, then arched an eyebrow. "...well clearly my reputation has not preceded itself."

He shook that off mentally, "First, my home. Then, the library." Information, he needed more information ...

"Yes, milord." Podrick grinned.

"All of us, well, with the exception oft hose from home... it's a whole new start." He nodded. There were so many new people, new things to learn. "There are more books here than I have ever seen."

He tipped his head to the side, "What is it like for those, who have come here? How well have they adjusted to this life?"

His gaze brightened then. "Is that so? Well you have just given me an impetus to stay."

"Some like it, some do not. I think it is all too easy to settle in here. There are many with different ways, different customs and clothing styles, but there is an ease... almost too much so, sometimes, of life here." He knocked on the table, hard, then nodded.

"Not to jinx us, but it is often boring. Except when giant bunny monsters attack and try to kill us all."

At Tyrion's words, he grinned. "I believe you will like it, milord. I felt like my head might fall off from turning it around to look every direction at once."

Tyrion watched him with a faint smile, even with the knock on the table to keep away trouble. "Yes ... well that sounds like something like a trap."

He knocked on the wood once more, "... and I hope against hope that we need not face killer bunnies once more."

One slow smile appeared again, "Then I shall delight in seeing it, soon."

"It does, rather, doesn't it?" Podrick had gained some small sensibility of such things from Lord Tyrion, or so he liked to think.

"And I delight in the hope this place is at least better than i suspect."

"I like to be prepared for all kinds of traps, quite honestly. This place is ripe for it." He folded his hands together on the table.

"It cannot be worse than what we've fought before. I say this, and knocking on a table." Which he did right now.

"Anyone powerful enough to do this... why would they need us? The answers seem unlikely to be good, milord." He was worried, though he tried to not worry about it.

Podrick grinned at Tyrion. "We are not alone here, and we have those who could be good allies. When the bunny monsters attacked, I was never alone in fighting."

"Oh no, my dear Pod. They are probably all bad." He sighed heavily, before his mouth twisted at the corners.

"You'll have to introduce me, then. I can always use allies. I have enemies aplenty, after all."

Podrick chuckled. "Probably."

He nodded. "Here, I think you'll find good ones. Sometime soon, coming back here would be good. The proprietor, a lady named Jo, is both a fierce warrior, and a good person... and she has... a humor somewhat like yours milord."

"Oh? Well, if you tell me she's comely and has a mind for dwarves, I might become her favorite customer." He quirked a grin, although it was more of a weary smile than most.

"She is comely, and I know not the second fact." He grinned, then and nodded as he saw that weariness.

"Maybe we should get you to your house, milord." He couldn't wait until his former lord saw these houses!

"That she is comely is enough for now." He looked back to the menu, before his lips twitched at the corners.

"Would it be possible for us to get this ... burger to go, then?" He asked, pushing himself up a little. He had not even finished his glass of wine, all things told.

Podrick nodded, and waved for the waitress. A few minutes later, he returned, with a small white box, and opened it to reveal the burger, and some french fries, delightful potatoe things.

"There we are, sir." He smiled to his former Lord as he returned to his seat. He was content to be silent again, then. he was reunited somehow, with his former lord, and he found himself feeling rather good about it.

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